What needs to be done

Summary: Big Mac just turned eighteen and he is ready to get back the family farm, but a message from his late father might just have him going down a different path.

Chapter 1

“Big Mac! Time to wake up! Come on birthday boy, I made my
special pancakes for ya! Hurry before your sisters eat them all!” Granny Smith
yelled from the base of the stairs, spatula in hand, she swatted away a sneaky
little hand, belonging to her youngest grandchild, Applebloom. “Just wait for your
brother.”

“Aww,” The youngest apple sibling sighed, slumping in her
chair, “But they smell so good!”

“Come on Mac!”

“Ah’m comin’ Granny,” Mac called from his room, hastily
throwing on his closes. He was up much later than usual. Usually he’d be up
doing chores well before dawn, but the family rule was on your birthday you got
to sleep in, which left Applejack, the middle child of the family to do all the
morning chores. Luckily it was Saturday, so she didn’t have to worry about
getting to school today.

Honestly though Mac wished they would have left him to his
usual schedule. He had a lot of to do today and he didn’t really like being
thrown of track so early. His whole day was bound to be messed up, but he held
away any real anger. His family was just trying to be nice. Seems they were
getting clever too, Applejack unplugged his secondary alarm clock.

Walking down stairs he was greeted with a banner and loud,
“Happy Birthday Big Mac” from Granny, Applebloom and Applejack looking tired
and covered the filth that came with raising pigs and cows. Not that any of
them really minded the smell anymore; they all have grown used to the smell of
manure. Course Granny didn’t want any of the slop on her floor, so Applejack
had to stand in the mud room till she had a chance to clean off. A plate of
pancakes was waiting for her when she was done.

“So, got any big plans for today now that you’re eighteen
Mac?” Granny inquired with a hint of mischief in her tone. She always
encouraged Mac to engage with the fairer sex, ever since he turned sixteen, her
reasoning while a bit outdated for the current times, were well intended. Ever
since the passing of their parents Mac had become the man of the house, taking
on much of the responsibility and work that came with it. Time normally spent
socializing with people his age was sacrificed for paying the bills, leaving
Mac with a girlfriend count of zero, which worried Granny to no end.

For Mac though it wasn’t as much of a big deal. He had other
things to deal with, much bigger things then a girlfriend, things he’s been
waiting this very day for. Today he can legally inherit the family farm.

The Apple Family Farm was about a thirty minute drive out of
town, it was were many of the Apple family were born and raised, it was were
Granny Smith and her husband, Appleale, settled down and it was also were Mac
and his sisters had lived with their parents before they died.

After the death of their mother Applejane, the three of them
lived with their father Nico Vega on the farm for about a year or more, before
he too died. Leaving the three to live with their closest relative, their
grandmother, Granny Smith, Mac had been only thirteen at the time.

Since then the family farm had been held by Cherry Jubilee,
a family friend of their parents, who had been granted legal rights to hold the
farm till one of them was off proper age to own the land. Through the years,
Mac had worked on the farm for Miss Jubilee, who ran the cherry farm down road,
together they made Cherry Apple cider and split the profits at seventy thirty.
A small price to pay for the rights to use Cherry Jubilee’s processing
facilities.

“Mac you paying attention?” Granny snapped at him, bringing
him out of his thoughts.

“I see,” Granny sighed, the boy was way too young to be
acting so old, but it was probably too late to change him now. “I was asking if
you had any plans today.”

“Ah’m heading out to the farm to work on the house. Some
critters got in there since last time.” Mac looked to Applejack with a frown.
“Ah think they’re Fluttershy’s.”

Applejack chuckled nervously, “H-how do you know that? Could
be any little critter you know?”

“I know because they didn’t run when I cocked the gun to
shoot em’ off the porch.”

“You didn’t shoot them did you?” Applejack nearly screamed
only to realize her mistake as Mac smirked. “Oh shoot…”

“Nope,” He said still smiling, “but I will next time. I
intend to move back into that house AJ and as nice and sweet as Fluttershy is,
I don’t want her critters around the place.”

Sometime earlier this year Applejack had made up with all
her old friends after they had been driven apart by Sunset Shimmer, who turned
out to be from another world, go figure that. She left a hole in the school and
was still helping with the reconstruction. Aj and her friends seemed to be
making modest efforts to help the girl, but things were awkward between all
them.

Thought not awkward enough for Applejack to let Fluttershy
keep her animals at the farm since the animal shelter was currently
overflowing. It’s not that Mac didn’t like animals; in fact he found some of
them very useful, such as their dog Winona, who kept a lot of varmints away and
the cats that wondered around the apple orchid that kept house mouse free. What
he did not like was the crap ton of rabbits, mice, otters, ferrets, and every
other rat family things Fluttershy dragged out there. He knows she’s an animal
lover, but some lines need to be drawn. Also he was pretty sure most of those
animals don’t qualify as normal pets. Enhance the reason they probably can’t
get rid of any of them at the shelter. Probably didn’t help the animal shelter
was run by an honest to God hippy.

“Thanks for the breakfast Granny,” He said rising out of his
chair. He took his plate to the sink and cleaned it. “I’ll be at the farm for
the entire weekend doing repairs and such; I’ll see you all Monday night.”

“But don’t cha want to have a party or something Mac?”
Applebloom asked with big puppy dog eyes and a pout that would give any weak
willed soul a heart attack from the cuteness. Lucky Mac was made of tougher
stuff. Chuckling he ruffled her hair, knowing she was more excited about the
prospects of a party then he would ever be.

“Think of it this way Applebloom, now you’re free to hang
out with your friends for the weekend, instead of having to deal with mine.”

“But you don’t have any friends Mac.”

“That you know off,” He smirked patting her head before
walking out the door. He chose to disregard the worried faces of Granny and
Applejack. On top of no girlfriends, he had very few, if any friends to speak
off. Not that he minded if a friend wasn’t willing to help you in a time of
need, then they can’t be that close of friend. Something Mac found out the hard
way when he asked for help fixing the farm some years ago. He thought he and
his friends were tight, when he asked them for help, well he found out how tight
that day when none of them showed up to help.

Outside Mac climbed into the family’s old red pickup and
fired it up. The engine cranked over weakly, making him frown. The alternator
must be going bad. Another thing he would have to take care of. Hopefully there
was one lying around at the farm; he’d hate to have to buy a new one. Those
things well not back braking expensive, weren’t dirt cheap either.

Pulling out of the drive Mac began the thirty minute out of
town. The trip as usual was pretty uneventful with only a few traffic light
stops to slow him down. Mac quickly left Granny’s small urban farm, which was
slowly being surrounded by town on all sides, for the wide open orchard fields
of the rural country. A few turns down some old dirt roads and there was
nothing but apples all around him.

Pulling up into the drive way Mac stopped in front of the
old house to admire its craftsmanship. He did this every time he came out here
before he started his chores. Decided to start inside the house today, Mac made
his way to the door, taking a brief note of the dark clouds gathering overhead.
Possibly rain for later today, he’d have to be mindful of what he does outside,
he didn’t want to start something that could get ruined when the weather turns
sour.

As he stepped onto the porch he heard the rustle of critters
beneath his feet. He bit back a growl as several bunnies and raccoons ran out
from underneath. Fluttershy was in for a talking too Monday.

Reaching for the door handle Mac paused, hearing the sound of
gravel crunching behind him. Turning around, he was just in time to see Miss
Cherry Jubilee get out her jeep, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans today,
rather than her usual southern belle dress.

“I thought I’d find you here, Mac,” She said in her sugary
sweet southern tone. “I got something for ya.” She reached into her cleavage,
retrieving a note from it. Mac was certain this was something she did because
she liked to fluster him. He could feel his ear burning as he reached for the
note.

“Thanks,” He said, hurriedly opening the letter. Inside was
the deed for the farm, filled out and signed by her to transfer all rights to
him. All he needed to do was to sign it and turn it into the bank and the farm
would be his.

Cherry Jubilee chuckled, “I thought that would make you
happy. How does it feel to be full time partners? I took the liberty of
adjusting the profit shares for the cherry apple cider, fifty-fifty on all
sales for now on. Only on cider sells just to clarify, unless you have any more
cherry apple combo ideas in that big head of yours.”

“Could always make cherry apple pie,” Mac said off handedly,
to engross by the fact his dreams were finally coming together.

“I suppose we could do that,” She chuckled, “Oh yeah, I got
something else for you too.”

“You do?”

“Yep!” Cherry fumbled in her blouse, searching for the other
item, “It’s somewhere around, ah ha! Right here!” She declared triumphantly
holding up a second envelop, this one much older looking then the first. “Happy
Birthday Mac! I know Nico and Jane would be proud to see the man you’ve grown
up to be.”

She kissed him on the cheek, leaving a red lip stick mark;
Mac was frozen in place, making Cherry chuckle again as she climbed back into
her jeep. Once she was out of sight, Mac regained his composure and examined
the note and opened it, only to pause again as he read who it was from, his
father, Nico Vega.

Dear Macintosh

If you’re reading this
then Jubilee has fulfilled my last wishes and given this note to you on your
eighteenth birthday, happy Birthday by the way. I could tell you this letter is a map to some buried treasure or
something happy like that, but I’m afraid my message is a bit more sober.

There is something you
need to know Macintosh, secrets I kept from you and your sisters, from Granny,
and even from your mother. Secrets that I literary took to my grave.

If you wish to know
them, then go far into the west orchard, to the place I told you never to go.
There you’ll find a shack containing everything you need to know.

If you do not wish to
know, then burn this note and burn the shack to the ground and walk away.

The choice is yours.
Be warned, if you choose the former, the world as you know it will change and
you can never go back.

I know you will do
what needs to be done Macintosh.

Signed, your father

Nico Vega

Mac wasn’t sure what to think of his father’s note. He
wanted to play it off as joke by Cherry Jubilee, she was known for pulling a
prank or two when the mood hit her, but this wasn’t her usual M.O. That and she
would never do a joke involving the deceased. She thought it too cruel to be
funny. The final nail in the coffin of this being a joke was the fact this was defiantly
his father’s handwriting.

He didn’t go darting into the west orchard right away
because one, it was dangerous out there, and two he had work to do here.
Whatever secrets dad had hidden out there could wait a few more hours.

Or so he thought.

Not long into his work, Mac’s thought’s betrayed him as they
kept coming back to the words on the note. They played in his mind like a movie
reeling playing the same scene over and over again, till finally he had enough!
He fetched a flash light and his bowie knife and marched into the orchard to
put his mind at ease.

He walked for hours through the trees. The sky darkened
overhead threatening rain at any moment. He picked up his pace, too far away
from the yard to get back to shelter. His only hope of staying dry lay up
ahead. Not a moment latter it began to pour.

Mac let out a frustrated howl as he cut his way through some
thorn brushes; stumbling into a muddy clearing. He shivered as the rain soaked
his clothes, chilling him to the bone. He wondered if things could get any
worse than this. Once again, he cursed as the sounds of distant howls reached his
ears.

He knew the sound; he knew the sound very well. From a long
time ago back when he was young and his dad was alive. He searched the tree
line again, coming to a spot on particular spot, the spot with the glowing
yellow eyes.

Wolves. He was surrounded by wolves again! This time dad
wasn’t around to protect him.

“Well, COME ON!” He barked banishing his knife. “What are
you waiting for?”

A low series of glows rumbled from the trees, and the yellow
eyes disappeared. Slowly Mac inched his way westward, towards the direction of
the shack. Once he was sure he had his barring right, he ran as fast as he
could.

Howls erupted behind him, he heard the patter of paws on the
ground behind him, but he dare not look back. He couldn’t look back. He swerved
left around a tree, the wolf behind him crashed into it, but more importantly
he found the path he’d been searching for. It was a little over grown, but
still visible, it was no doubt the path dad had made on his trips out here. Up
ahead was the shack.

Speeding up Mac pushed his body harder, gaining ground on
the wolves. They seemed to be falling behind, their howls falling into silence.
He came to a stop at the door. Foolishly he looked behind him, a dozen glowing
yellow eyes watched him from the darkness of the trees, but they didn’t come
closer. In fact if he heard right, they were whining in fear.

Keeping his eyes on them, he opened the door and went
inside.

Mac slammed the door shut behind him, finding a lock he
quickly slammed that shut too, finally letting out a sign of relief he slumped
against the door. Out of habit, he brushed his hand along the wall, accidently
flicking on a light switch. Much to his surprise the lights turned on,
revealing the interior of the ‘shack’ though he’d call it more a mini house.

The shack was at least as big, if not a little bigger then
Granny’s two car garage. With a work bench on side with every tool you could
ever need on the far west wall, on the north wall was a line of cabinets and
cupboards that eventually became a countertop with a stove. On the east wall
was a desk with mountains of paper and an old tape recorder. What really held
Mac’s attention though was the motorcycle half torn apart in the middle of it
all.

He kneeled down brushing the dust off the fuel tank. He
remembered it. A 1999 Harley Davidson fat boy, black, dad bought it on auction
one day for cheap. He said they could fix it up together, so that one day they
could ride together when he was old enough.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he remembered the days Dad
and him work on the bike, well it was more of him handing over whatever tool
dad wanted, but still it was fun. It was one of the few times he had dad all to
himself.

The question was now, why was it all the way out here?

Looking over to the cabinets, Mac walked over and opened the
first one and found his dad’s old duster coat, his cowboy hat, an old pair of
boots and a complete set of combat style clothing… the latter gave him pause.
Why would dad have that? He hadn’t been in the military. At least as far as Mac
knew he wasn’t, if he was he never brought it up. Thinking about it now Dad did
have a lot of scars, a lot of scars, he looked like Frankenstein when he wasn’t
wearing most of his clothes. All the stiches, burn marks, mom didn’t fall for
dad for his looks is what he would always say.

Moving to the next cabinet, Mac braced himself for anything
and oh boy that was a lot of guns! Now Mac and his sisters were not strangers
to guns. Heck they were practically raised with guns in their hands. Every
Apple worth their salt could shoot a bull’s eye from at least five hundred
yards or more easily and every Apple owned some kind of firearm. That really
didn’t prepare Mac for the three shotguns, five rifles, and six pistols and the
ten thousand rounds of ammo stacked beside them.

“Ok Dad, you have my attention.”

Taking a quick peek through the mini kitchen Mac found some
jerky that amazing was still good, before plopping down on the chair by the
desk. He looked through some of the papers; most of them were newspaper
clippings, all in involving missing persons. For a moment Mac worried if his
dad had something to do with them, till he spotted the map on the wall that
looked the ones on crimes shows, asking questions about the victims’
whereabouts. The map was so full of stuff he couldn’t even see where the pins
were indicating.

Decided to put a pin on… whatever dad was had been doing; he
turned his attention to the tape recorder and the box of taps beside it.
Brushing off a tape, he discovered they were labeled chronologically. Picking
up the first tape he inserted it into the machine.

(Tape #1)

“Hello? This thing on? Ok good, it is. Field Scout Nico
Vega, Rinin number 088, of Princess Luna’s Night Patrol reporting in. I find myself
in a strange world, with an anatomy completely foreign to me. I wound up in
this strange world perusing the fugitive Doctor Madhoof through some kind of
portal in the chaos of the raid on Rainbow Factory. As of this report, Doctor
Madhoof is presumed dead after falling into a rushing river, I am seeking
shelter with some locals who found me on the ground. Their names are Granny
Smith and Applejane. I hope to find a way home soon, but for now, I am working
as a farmhand for room and board.”

There was some nosing in the background and what sounded
like pencil scratching on paper.

“Ending note, this world seems to be lacking magic or at
least a scares source of it, it also seems the inhabitants are unware it even
exists. I will hold my tongue in speaking of such things, less I be branded
insane. Ending report.”

(End of tape 1)

Mac blinked, uncertain of what he just heard. He removes the
tape from the player and looks at it again. The date read spring 1995, the same
year his parents met and two years before he was born. Wanting to know more he
inserted the next tape dated the same year.

(Tape #2)

“Submitting my second report, six weeks have passed since my
arrival in this world and I have fully recovered from my injuries and have been
working tirelessly on the apple farm. I now have a lot of respect for Commander
Applejack’s former craft. Her tales of her apple farming day were not
exaggerated, it is very hard work.

So far I have yet to discover any way home, but I have
stumbled across some familiar ponies or people as they call them here. Just the
other day Applejane introduced me to her friends and classmates, Celestia and
Luna.

I must admit it was a struggle not to salute them or call
them by their royal titles. Personality wise they are very similar to the
Celestia and Luna in my world. Though they lack the aura of grandeur the
princesses have. I guess that is to be expected. My Luna and Celestia control
the sun and the moon; these two are mere normal human beings.

Nothing further to report.”

(End of Tape 2)

If Sunset Shimmer hadn’t become a she demon and blew up the
front of the school, Mac would have thought his dad was insane from just these
two tapes. Still the idea that his dad was from the same world as Sunset
Shimmer and that Twilight girl was a bit hard to wrap his head around. Did this
mean him and his sister were some kind of pony human hybrids?

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts a side for now and
popped in the next tape.

(Tape #3, January 1996)

“A new year has begun for this world and everyone is in a
very festive mood after the passing of this worlds Hearth warming eve.
Applejane herself as been really festive, she held up this weird plant over my
head and kissed me. She later said it was called mistletoe and that it was
tradition for two people underneath to kiss. Though she seems to have forgotten
you’re supposed to hang them in a doorway not… Oh she was… I’m going to stop it here I
think.”

(End of Tape 3)

Mac chuckled; from the tone of dad’s voice he was clearly
embarrassed. Spotting a picture of his parents he picked it up for a closer
look. As fate would have it was a picture of dad and mom under the mistletoe,
next to it was a picture of the two with Principle Celestia and Vice Principle
Luna, all of them much younger of course. From the look of things they were in
their last year of high school.

This got Mac to wondering, did dad ever go to school here?
Also how did he do business with the banks if he was from another world?
Actually thinking about it now, how did dad get his drivers licenses if he
technically doesn’t exist? Better yet how did Sunset transfer into the school
with no legal documents? A question he’s have to ask her next time he saw her.

“Might as well listen to all them,” Mac reasoned popping in
the next tape, it was more of the same, dad reporting he couldn’t find a way
home and that he was spending more time with mom. Honestly it was just nice to
hear his dad’s voice again.

Feeling thirsty he let the tapes keep playing as he went to
search the kitchen for something to drink. Lucky for him there was a stash of
water bottles. He popped the cap of one and began to drink when…

“Today Applejane and I mated…”

He spat the water out and quickly shut off the tape.
Deciding he didn’t want know what dad had to say about human mating. Instead he
popped in the next tape, hoping it was anything weird. The date on the tape was
later in the fall of that year.

(Tape #15)

“I found a way home. The statue in front of the school leads
back home, but…” Nico’s tone was hard to read, but from the sounds of it he
might be choking up. “I’m five hundred years to late according to Princess
Celestia. Things… things changed so much, everypony, my friends, my comrades,
my brethren, even my Princess of the Night. They’re all gone!”

There was a sound of something breaking in the background.

“Sometime after I disappeared, Luna went insane; she’s
sealed in the moon now. Celestia offered to make me the captain of the royal
guard for my service and experience, but I turned it down. There’s nothing left
for me in Equestria. I decided to return to this world, when I got back to the
farm… Applejane was crying…

I told her I was going home, saying I had enough money for
the trip as the reason for my sudden departure, before I left for Equestria. She
smiled and said good bye before I could say anything she ran off and then I
left. I later found out from Luna that Applejane is… carrying my foal or baby,
whatever the word is. I’m going to be a father!

Nico’s tone changed from depressed to happy.

I’ll admit I’m nervous. I never knew my parents in
Equestria, so I’m not sure how I’m going to raise a kid. I’ll have to work the
apple farm, there is nothing else I can do, since I lack the legal documents to
get a job anywhere else, but that doesn’t matter. I lost one family already.
I’m not letting this one slip through my fingers. I’ll do want must be done.
That is what Princess Luna taught me and I’m going to do just that.

(End of tape #15)

Mac sat in silence as he digested all the new things he’s
learned about his father and all the things he would probably never know.
(Unless I go into the portal at the school and ask princess Celestia directly I
guess, sounds like she’s still alive from how Sunset Shimmer talks about her
with Applejack and their friends.)

He’d think about that later. Right now he was faced with a situation.
There was only one more tape left and it was dated just a few days before dad’s
death. He had a feeling this one contained the world changing information, not
that his world hasn’t changed already, but this one felt different from the
other tapes. It felt ominous. Reluctantly he popped in the tape.

(Tape #16 Nico’s final message)

“Macintosh,” Mac nearly jumped at sound of his name,
surprised that his dad was speaking to him directly. “I’ll assume you’re
listening, because you know what it means to do what must be done and son there
are a lot of things that need to be done and you’re the only one who can do
them.

To start off I’ll assume you listened to the other tapes,
you know I’m a pony from another world, well dragon pony to be technical, but
that’s beside the point. The point is I’m not the only one who came through. A
few years ago, I dealt with some Sirens from my world, chased them out of town
and all that. They’ll probably be coming back once they know I’m dead and
buried, so keep an eye out for three girls that like to sing, their leader has
orange puffy hair.

Another one is Sunset Shimmer, she’s kind of special case,
but I helped her get documented at the court house and set her up in the shack
at the edge of the south orchard as close to town as possible. I registered as an
adopted member of the Apple family, Granny Smith knows about her to, not the
pony from another world part; she just thinks Sunset’s a girl in need of help,
which she is. I don’t have enough time to try and get that chip off her
shoulder, but maybe she’ll come around someday. Till then look after her.

I wish this is where I tell you that’s it, but it’s not. Our
worlds aren’t in sync Mac and the portal at the school isn’t the only way to
get here. Creatures have been popping up every now and then, most of the time
it’s just some timber wolves from the Everfree forest, but sometimes it’s
something more dangerous. I took care of them, but I know there will always be
more.

I guess, it’s time to get of the matter, so listen well
Macintosh; Applejack your sister is in danger. I knew the moment your mother
named her she would probably never live a normal life, no Applejack in the
history of Equestria ever has. I’m going to assume it’s the same in this world
too.

As much as I hate admit it, it’s my fault. Because of me,
magic was brought into this world, not a lot, but then I had you kids, you
three are literary the most magical beings in this world and it’s spreading. I
could sense it in Applejack’s friends that their own magic was growing stronger
inside of them do them being around her. All its going to take is some sucker
punch from destiny and they’ll be tossed into a world a magic and danger.

What I need you to do Mac, to protect your sister, I need
you to kill, to hunt down anything that comes gunning for her. She’ll probably
be able to deal with most of them, but there are enemies that can’t be converted
to good, who are evil right down to their hearts and souls. This kind of enemy
Applejack and her friends will be unprepared for, so I need you son to do what
must be done and put a bullet in them.

Everything you need is here in the shack, if you think a
creature is better off a live use the blue shotgun shells to knock them out,
red is for killing.

That’s all I have Mac. Do want you need to do. Keep them
safe Mac.

(End of Tape #16)

Mac pushed the tape recorder aside, his mind abuzz. He took
long deep breaths to calm his nerves, to stop and calmly look at the situation
and make the logical choice.

His dad wanted him to become some sort of… monster hunter,
an occupation that no doubt would be thankless and payless, of course he had
the farm to look after now, which when you got right down to him left him
pretty flexible. He was his own boss, so he didn’t have to worry about getting
fired or any of that drama, though he would be tied up during the harvest
seasons. Which going by Murphy’s Law would probably be the time monsters would
show up.

He could just farm and forget about it all, the monsters and
magic, but Applejack…

Outside wolves howled, they seemed too lose their fear of
the shack and were finally making their approach. Looking at the shotgun in the
cabinet Mac knew what he had to do.

Picking up the gun he loaded it for kill and walked outside.
He stood his ground as the wolves came into view, revealing their wooden
bodies. One pounced into the air flying towards him; he lifted the gun, aimed,
and then fired, sending splinters everywhere.

Mac ejected the spent shell, “Well, whose next?”

Three girls ran down a dark alley way, in their hands they
carried the shattered remains of their power. They were the sirens and they much
to their own surprise have been defeated by a band of teenage girls so many
years their juniors it was almost like being defeated by infants!

“What are we going to Adagio?” The blued hair member of the
group asked, scared out of her mind.

“I don’t know!” Adagio, their orange haired leader replied
angrily, frustrated beyond all belief that they had been defeated at their own
game.

“Come on, think of something!” The last member, Aria,
demanded.

“Will you shut up and let me think!”

They all came to a sudden stop at the end of the alley way
that led to the out skirts of town. They knew this place.

Standing at the end of the alley where they just came was a
tall silhouette. The wind blew dramatically raising the figure’s long coat as
he walked towards them. The shine of metal gleaming in the moon light told them
he was armed.

mrh:
This interesting take on the Harry Potter series fascinated me from line one on. I am in love with this tale and its characters and cannot wait to read the next chapter. I look forward to more soon.When can I expect the next chapter? I am so excited to read it!

Jean Tryon:
As a beta, I found this story outstanding!! Plot, grammar, phraseology, etc Rachel gives us it all. She takes the story into the future from where due South ends. She is an exacting and thoughtful author.

Kayla Wentz:
This book had me hooked from the beginning! I kept coming back for more. It only took me a day to read! I couldn't put it down! Absolutely A-Mazing! This book keep the story going and there's never a dull moment!

tyleroakleyfan:
thank you for writing this story I loved it. it was great I enjoyed every minute of it I couldn't stop reading you did a fantastic job. Thanks for killing ron he was starting to piss me off. he was being a dick. I love that you made it a gay love story its about time someone did. love it great job.

John Reed:
Seadrias masterfully captures the impressiveness and complex scope that a science fiction novel should provide while carefully crafting an entire universe that will leave a reader in awe from start to finish. The only flaw I could find is that I wish I could have read more. This book is certainly...

ernbelle:
When I first started this story I was a little unsettled by all of the information that appears in the prologue, and wasn't sure if I would continue. However, I am very glad I did. The plot was very well thought out and really interesting. There were not any page breaks or markers to acknowledge ...

Nymeria:
Really can't get enough of this story. It flows well, it captivates the reader from page 1, and throws you into such a well-written, well conceptualized world that you'll believe it's real. Everything in the book is meshed together really well. From character backgrounds to plot twists, you can t...

Usagi Kita:
This story is emotional from beginning to end. You get to watch the characters struggle and grow, maturing in different ways so that they come to be the people they are meant to be. Inea is insanely adorable, and his antics made me laugh more than once, and Kaedon is perfect for him in so many wa...

JWalker:
I loved this story from start to finish! It flows at a really nice pace and the story world feels so real. The fight sequences are a treat especially when Isanfyre is training to become a warrior. I found the names really cool and thankfully easy to pronounce. Personally I have always struggled w...

Alice Liu:
Whoa! I've been wondering how would the Maurauders react to Harry's life and here we go! YOU ARE THE BEST! All the characters are consistent with their personalities shown in the book! I love how you compare Lily with Molly and it's definitely true for her being a mother! I wish Peter comes have ...

FateFellShort:
I have read this story and have followed the writers on tumblr from the beginning. Its a wonderful story. Beautifully written with a really nice pace, that makes it enjoyable to read more than once. For me, fairy tail has very good characters but what the writers have done is give them more depth...

Steve Lang:
I thought this story was imaginative, and well thought out. I also think it was an original piece, and not a rehash of previous scifi stories I've read in the past.Thank you for the effort put into this tale, and I look forward to reading more of your work!